You will be. It's in your nature. And that's alright.
[The blue of Paul's eyes knock at a door within his heart, stirring emotions he didn't think he was capable of and hasn't admitted he was capable of. He's captivated and Paul is the only thing in this world that he can see.
To him, Paul isn't a puzzle to figure out. Instead, Paul too is a series of doors in a long corridor with things in his heart locked tightly behind each one. He's given Kaworu keys before, often late at night when they talk quietly, or once on a bloody and broken beach. Other times, Kaworu finds bits and pieces of keys that don't quite fit into locks until, slowly, they click into place and the door swings open to invite him in.
Paul has just given him a key. So he takes it and gently, inserts it into the lock, it fits perfectly.]
I do. You know, I've kissed a boy before.
[It's playful and serious at the same time, an acknowledgement that he holds the cards here and Paul has shown his entire hand. He leans forward, on tiptoe, steadying himself with the hand cupped on Paul's face and presses his slightly parted lips to Paul's.
Kaworu turns the key and opens the door.
The spice in his blood makes the soft touch of flesh to flesh feel like a thousand stars exploding at the center of the universe and in the middle of those thousands of stars are them, in a little closet in an unknown place.]
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[The blue of Paul's eyes knock at a door within his heart, stirring emotions he didn't think he was capable of and hasn't admitted he was capable of. He's captivated and Paul is the only thing in this world that he can see.
To him, Paul isn't a puzzle to figure out. Instead, Paul too is a series of doors in a long corridor with things in his heart locked tightly behind each one. He's given Kaworu keys before, often late at night when they talk quietly, or once on a bloody and broken beach. Other times, Kaworu finds bits and pieces of keys that don't quite fit into locks until, slowly, they click into place and the door swings open to invite him in.
Paul has just given him a key. So he takes it and gently, inserts it into the lock, it fits perfectly.]
I do. You know, I've kissed a boy before.
[It's playful and serious at the same time, an acknowledgement that he holds the cards here and Paul has shown his entire hand. He leans forward, on tiptoe, steadying himself with the hand cupped on Paul's face and presses his slightly parted lips to Paul's.
Kaworu turns the key and opens the door.
The spice in his blood makes the soft touch of flesh to flesh feel like a thousand stars exploding at the center of the universe and in the middle of those thousands of stars are them, in a little closet in an unknown place.]